POCKET REVIEW: Where The Love Light Gleams

Title: Where The Love Light Gleams

Author: Vicki James

Email: vicki_james98@hotmail.com

Rating: G

Category: Romance

Spoilers/Season: none

Content Warnings: none

Archive: let me know where it's going.

Summary: Santa's unlikely helpers work to John and Elizabeth's benefit.

Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis is the property of Stargate Productions, MGM and The Sci-Fi Channel. No infringement is intended.

Author's Notes: I like Christmas; I like fluff. Here's a fic with all that stuff. :) Thanks, as ever, to Shane for her proofreading skills.

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"Secret Santas! Secret Santas!"

Rodney was fairly launching himself into the air as he bounced on his toes and waved a rustling bag at those assembled in the conference room. Elizabeth arched a brow as she sent a speculative look in his direction. He reminded her, seasonably she thought, of a deranged elf on speed. She cast a bemused glance around the table at the others who had been required at that morning's meeting.

John's eyes were wide and he managed to look both apprehensive and resigned at the same time. Carson appeared intrigued. Teyla's face showed interest mingled with a slight confusion. Ronon wore an expression of complete bewilderment.

"Secret Santas?" The latter asked.

"Ah, yes. You're new. You missed Christmas in Atlantis last year." Rodney had stopped bopping but was shaking the bag in front of Elizabeth. Familiar with the tradition, she reached in and plucked out a folded piece of paper. Rodney's glance moved to Teyla for a moment. "Do you remember Christmas? And Santa?"

Eyes focused on the tabletop in concentration, Teyla gave a thoughtful nod. "Christmas is a high holiday of Earth and Santa is the old man dressed in red associated with the holiday."

"Yes, good, gold star for you." Rodney acknowledged Teyla's memory of the occasion. "Now," he said, turning back to Ronon, "I'm sure someone else can fill you in with more detail on oh little town of Bethlehem and twas the night before, but in a nutshell, Christmas is an important holiday celebrated by those of the Christian faith as well as in a secular, cultural manner. At Christmas we exchange gifts and the fable we perpetuate for children, although I didn't believe in it from, oh, age four or so, once I realized that those reindeer couldn't possibly circumnavigate the globe pulling an old, fat man in a sleigh that had to be so chock-full of presents that--"

"Rodney," Elizabeth interrupted, sternly.

"What?"

"Secret Santas?"

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Pocket Review: This is soooo cute, and the end with John and Elizabeth kissing is always cute. The interaction between Elizabeth and Rodney is too funny. On the whole, a very good read.

Pocket Review: ICED By Rabid1st

By Rabid1st

BSG - K/L

RATING: NC-17, baby!

WARNING: NOT WORK SAFE! NOT EVEN CLOSE TO WORK SAFE! Unless you are my beta girl, Queenie, or you work at Hooters.

BETA BABES: Dualbunny, Birthsister and Winter_Queen82

SPOILERS: I don't think this fic has spoilers. But there is speculation of the coupling kind based on S2: Flight of the Phoenix.

TECHNICAL RESOURCES: Wikepedia: hypothalamus and Hypothermia.org

SUMMARY: This is a 'nugget slang' fic and a sequel to Shoot Your Shade. Which was a sequel to Burn the Pipe. Lee shot his shade (overreacted) last time out when he learned about Anders and dumped Kara cold. Now the path to togetherness is about to be iced.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. They belong to the SciFi Channel, R&D and Ron Moore…whose e-mail address I don't know. So, I can't really ask him for permission or anything. But I'm not making any money or perks off of these characters…so please don't sue me.

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Pocket Review: This is a steamy, sexy story that twists and turns along the plotline like a snake twisting around a tree. It keeps you interested, motivated to read more, and of course, the intimacy is all there and more. Some of it is left to your imagination, just enough to keep it very, very interesting. Taut is a good word to describe this plot. With interactions like my sample below, this is a good read in any universe.

"What am I supposed to think, Kara?" Lee said. He pointed a stiff finger toward the nearest starry porthole. "You go back to Caprica to retrieve an arrow that could save us all and end up frakking one of the few people left breathing, right?"

Gods help her; he really couldn't see her at all. Mortifying hurt and anger stole her breath and her free hand went to her throat. She blinked hard, presenting a buffering shoulder to Lee as she fought back tears. It was a brief, if brutal, fight.

With interactions like my sample above, this is a good read in any universe.

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Helo felt responsible for the breakup.

Helo felt responsible for the breakup. Or whatever the hell Kara and Lee were calling the barbed wire fences between them. Even after Kara told him to stop being such an ass, he continued blaming himself. The fifty-third time Helo blamed himself Kara smacked the side of his head.

This led to an exchange of slapstick pokes. Playful pushing escalated into wrestling. The scuffle became a tag-and-tickle game and roamed across the hanger bay, ending only when a jostled Chief Tyrol told the roughhousing pair to do everyone a favor and get a room. After freeing an arm to salute, Helo turned a diabolic grin on a protesting, but still smiling, Kara. She was backing away, both arms up in mock surrender, when Helo dipped his shoulder into her midsection and hoisted her from her feet. Balancing her in a fireman's carry, he tackled the ladder to the barracks passageway. At one point in the ascent, the almighty Starbuck squealed.

Lee's trigger finger itched.

He rubbed his hand along his jacket seam and, swallowing hard, tried to focus on Cally. She'd explained his power problem three times but meaning wasn't sinking in. His attention kept wandering, first, to the infuriatingly girlish Starbuck and then, to the bane of his current existence. As he turned away from the Helo spectacle, he'd seen it. It was partially obscured by a tool chest on the far side of the hanger. The chest door stood ajar but behind it Kara Thrace sprawled in all her glory. One of the knuckle-draggers had the poster up. Lee longed to rip the offensive thing down but he knew better than to start a scene over a magazine centerfold his own father had called "unexceptional."

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Pocket Review: Sin of Omission by Jamie

Sin of Omission by Jamie

Summary: Some things just won't stay buried. Teyla, Ronon, Sheppard (Some Shep/Teyla, of course)

Rating: PG-13 for some language and violence

Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own "Stargate: Atlantis." I'm just playing with the characters a little bit.

Note: Thanks to Alli for beta reading this mess. :)

Note 2: Yeah, it's a WIP. I think there will be six parts to this. I'm not finished, but I'm close.

Part One

The worst moments of your life were always the ones that stuck around. The happy memories occasionally showed up to remind you of a time when your life didn't suck. The worst moments of your life were always the ones that stuck around. The happy memories occasionally showed up to remind you of a time when your life didn't suckThe bad ones tended to linger, playing like a movie reel over and over to show you what an asshole you were and how every thing that had gone wrong in your life was completely your own fault.

If it was something you would rather forget -- losing your brother as a boy, watching your friends die in Afghanistan, killing your C.O. before a Wraith can finish sucking the life out of him -- you could bet it'd be the special feature playing in your mind every time you let your guard down or your attention wander.

Memories were a bitch.

Sheppard once saw a movie where a guy had his memory erased to get rid of all traces of an ex-girlfriend. The movie hadn't been that bad, but John couldn't help but think that if a crappy relationship was the worst thing you had in your memories, you were damn lucky and should just suck it up.

John had some really horrible memories pretty much on constant replay, but every one of them now took a back seat to the vision before him.

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Pocket Reviewer: I really enjoyed this story. It gets into the head of John Sheppard, and since I'm a real Shep fan. A very good read for all Atlantis fans. Well written, you don't fall over bad grammar or punctuation gone mad. Easy to get into and the writing is in the really like the character.

Tag: Sheppard fan fic

Acquired Tastes by victoriaely

Acquired Tastes by victoriaely

Author's e-mail: victoriaely@yahoo.co.uk.co

Date: 11.12.2005

Feedback: yes, please

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Category: general

Rating: G

Paring: none

Summary: Carson visits his home in Scotland

Warnings: none

Series: yes

Sequel to: none

WIP: yes

Beta: Lorellipsis, Marie

Spoilers: "Poisoning the well", "Conversion"

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters :)

Author's notes: Many thanks to my beta readers. Hope you like it. Any feedback is welcomed

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Carson was watching the scenery go by through the window of the train. Coming back home was something he'd looked forward to. When he was in Atlantis. Now it all felt wrong. He'd chosen to take the train from London. He'd always liked long trips where he could relax and think about things. Now all that he could think of was that it was really cold and it rained too much.

It was ten o'clock when the cab stopped in front of his house. It was the same old house he'd always loved, with his mother's beautiful flowers. He hadn't expected to find his mother waiting at the train station, but this was a bit odd. All the lights were off.

He rang the doorbell, and after about ten minutes he heard his mother coming to open the door.

"This isn't funny, you know. Waking up an old woman in the middle of the night."

Carson smiled. His mother hadn't changed a bit.

"Hello Mum. Sorry to wake you up."

"Carson! I didn't know you were coming. Come in, son. You must be exhausted."

"I'm fine, Mum."

"I'll make you a cup of tea and we'll talk."

The house hadn't changed, either. It was over a year since he'd last been here. He sat on the big couch in the living room, with his small suitcase close to him. He missed the feeling of this house. The remembered warmth that had always made him hurry back home, the smell of his mother's cooking, the way the morning sun lighted his room. His mom was looking at him. He looked so lost, so lonely.

"Here's your tea, love."

"Thanks, Mum."

Carson was wondering what was going on in Atlantis. Zelenka should manage, so should Schwartz and Biro, but he couldn't help feeling wrong. He should be there. He thought of the snowflake city and wondered how he could he miss it the way he did.

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The Pocket Reviewer: I started reading this and found that it so captures the character of Carson Beckett, that I wanted to read more by the author. It's a really good read; hence, my inclusion here. If you like Carson Beckett and want to speculate more about his charcter's backstory, this is a good story to start with. Well written, easy to read, very well done.